Forlorn and desolate

That'll be the corridor of hell. The wind is whistling through the shutters, while occasional gusts are blowing them open to obliterate neatly stacked piles of paper. It's taking 3 of us to force back the shutters once blasted open. N needn't have bothered with the hairdryer this morning...

OK, OK, it's not quite that bad, though O's chair is looking a little sorry for itself. I promised O I'd take it for a spin now and again, but there is definitely something a little sad and almost saggy about the chair's armrests...it's as if it knows that buttock visits will be rare, at least until mid-October...